This is an open and unfiltered diary-style journal
on the life of James Robert Smith.
This blog will contain sometimes graphic experiences (both beautiful and ugly),
sometimes stark insight, and all honest and factual documentation of dreams, diet, activity, and thoughts.

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Thursday September 25 2014

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Waking up around 9 a.m. I see a strange figure across the room wrapped in a flesh-colored long sleeve shirt doing yoga poses. I know it has to be Ana. But then she pauses in her position and looks over at me with her green face mask.

"I can hardly recognize you over there," I say.

Later I wake up with an intense itchy sensation on my left arm. It's been on and off since I discovered that I have Brachioradial Pruritus, a condition where only one arm itches with intensity. They say it's caused from over exposure to the driver's arm. But it could also be from cervical spine arthritis that transmits signals to the arm, a neuropathy they call it. Either way there is no cure and all I can do press a cold pack on my arm and apply this aloe vera witch hazel astringent. It's the worst.

Ana's off to the salon to get a haircut, and not for a mere trim but up to shoulder length. She's been preparing mentally for a couple of weeks now. It's a pretty big deal. It's somewhat of a milestone symbolizing a new era in her life.

Ana and Whitney return from roller-skating. It's strange seeing half of Ana's hair gone but it's also an exciting and fresh look.

Ana: "It's like you're dating a different person, isn't it?"

Me: "Yeah. It is."

Ana: "Well I'm still the same person."

Me: "We'll see about that. That hair's gonna change you."

Downstairs I join Ana and Whitney for dinner. They made a big batch of Cashew-Creamed Kale, Mushrooms, Carrots, and Lentils with Purple Thai Rice. It's absolutely delicious. And then it's topped off with a Chocolate Peanut Butter Avocado Banana Pudding dessert.